Succubus Prison

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El's eyes narrowed slightly, and his sleepiness vanished completely.

“Good thing,” he repeated the two words calmly. “They don’t know it was me who did it.”

"Otherwise what? If you knew it was you, would you still be lying here so peacefully, sleeping soundly with your sex doll?" Satella's voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction. "Do you really think those little tricks you played could fool everyone? Not to mention the invitations you sent out, just look at how those slutty bitches were bewildered after they went back. Do you think their parents and other relatives are blind? The existence of this 'sex gathering' is practically an open secret now!"

She paused, took a deep breath, and although she was lecturing, her heart was actually filled with worry for her brother's situation: "Even though it's just hearsay and there's no concrete evidence pointing to you, many eyes are already on you, and the spearhead is already aimed at the mastermind behind 'manipulating women and spreading lust'! El, tell your sister, how many followers do you actually control now? Can they help you in this matter? How deep is their depravity? Will they betray you under interrogation or torture? If it really doesn't work, let's just give up on this path... We can think of other ways together."

After a moment's thought, El said firmly, "Every noble of the empire and the family behind them is a vital force that cannot be easily abandoned."

"Furthermore, sister, I don't mean to offend you, but I think you're blinded by jealousy and you're underestimating my authority. The core members, tainted and completely captivated by lust, have their pleasures, their thrills, and the deepest desires of their souls all inextricably linked to me. Betraying me? That would almost mean betraying the bliss they can imagine, falling into an emptiness and torment more terrible than death. So, even if it really comes to that critical moment, they would rather end their own lives than choose to betray me."

"As for those slightly peripheral members... they have no idea I exist. They only know that the sex gathering is a debauched party, which is nothing new. Even if the interrogator disregards all decorum and arrests them all, what useful information can be pried out of them?"

Satella nodded slightly, feeling somewhat relieved, but her attitude towards her younger brother remained somewhat hostile.

That's normal; if she weren't jealous, she wouldn't be herself.

"Even so, you should restrain yourself now that things are so tense! Her Highness the Princess hinted tonight that she hopes we can take action against you, and if necessary, we can resort to extreme measures..."

"You mean, His Highness is planning to mobilize the army to arrest me? That's a bit troublesome." El pondered for a moment, then a strange smile appeared on his face. "But that's perfect, sister, I have a plan."

"any solution?"

"Next, I'm going to take a long vacation. I'm going to go on vacation!"

"Taking leave to go on vacation?" Satella was taken aback, almost thinking she had misheard. Taking leave at a time like this? But knowing him well, she quickly understood his intention and nodded, "You should find a place to take a proper vacation and come back after this sensitive period is over. I remember that the family has a property in the Gothic province in the north of the empire. The sulfur hot springs there are said to have a strange magic that can make succubi feel at home. It's a perfect place for a vacation."

"That sounds very tempting, and I'd love to go to a hot spring with you, sister." El changed the subject and sighed, "But that's too far! I'm just temporarily avoiding the limelight and waiting for an opportunity, not really going to be a coward and run away from this battlefield for good!"

She scoffed, "Then tell me, where do you want to go?"

"The Golden Palace of Jiliu Mountain, a paradise for the rich."

During this period, he made a lot of money by exploiting Eliza's labor force and selling a large batch of "fertility drugs". He had more money than he knew what to do with. In addition to using it to recruit soldiers, smooth things over, and bribe his superiors, he should also set aside some to enjoy himself.

"Greedy territory? No, it's still too dangerous."

Satella's first reaction was to disagree. To be on the safe side, she would not go to any place that was associated with other major crimes, but she could not persuade her brother to do otherwise.

She turned away irritably and walked to the window, leaving him with a cold yet beautiful wounded silhouette.

El got out of bed, his bare feet touching the cold floor. Without offering any words of comfort, he simply hugged her from behind.

He knew his sister too well. Her ignoring him wasn't because she was angry with him, but because she couldn't control her intense, almost twisted, possessiveness and affection.

Let me help you relax.

With that thought in mind, he forcefully and precisely covered her full breasts through her clothes with one hand, kneading them back and forth with just the right amount of force. His other hand went even further down, lifting her elaborate and gorgeous skirt and precisely covering the thin lace panties. His fingertips precisely parted the exquisite petals that had been moistened and blooming for him for years.

Satella's delicate body trembled slightly under his skillful caresses. She scolded, "Let go...you brat, you've always done this since we were little! You can't argue with me, so you start now. If things don't go your way, you start fucking me. Is this the only trick you know? Otherwise, how...how can you be so lustful!"

"Sister, you have no idea how much I miss you when you're not here..." This ambiguous statement was both an explanation and a cheat. The composure she tried to maintain crumbled quickly under her brother's domineering hands, and her nipples, which he was kneading, quickly became erect through her clothes.

"When I was having sex with another woman, all I could think about was you."

"You...you bastard...you're not allowed to say such things, and you're not allowed to call that bitch sister."

Satella's body went completely limp, and she leaned heavily back into his arms, her head resting weakly on his shoulder. The anger that filled her pink eyes was replaced by a sudden surge of desire. El took the opportunity to hold her even tighter, and then gently untied the ties on the back of her dress and the clasp on her bra.

Satella struggled symbolically, but it was more like a seductive sway of her hips. Her gorgeous dress slipped to the ground, revealing her smooth, jade-like back and her lower body clad only in underwear. Then, her brother pressed her down beside the terrace, scolding her while penetrating her from behind. Her eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed, and her lips slightly parted, exhaling hot breath. Where was the queenly demeanor from just moments before?

Completely controlled by lust, she moaned and writhed beneath her younger brother, being thrust into and ravaged by him... This made her feel both ashamed and a twisted, intense pleasure. Ignoring all restraint, she began to actively twist her waist to meet his thrusts, moans and confessions uncontrollably spilling from her lips, "Oh, I love it so much, I like it so much, only you... only you can... bully your sister like this, ah! You little rascal... so hard, I'm going to... I'm going to die."

Looking at his sister's seductive manner, El felt an even stronger sense of conquest. He changed angles, thrusting deeper and harder, and Satella's voice grew louder and louder. Soon, her body convulsed and trembled violently. A fierce entanglement came from the depths of her flower path, and warm nectar gushed out, urging him to ascend to the paradise of bliss together.

After the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped, only the intertwined breathing of the siblings remained in the room.

El whispered in her ear, "Now... does sister feel more at peace? Can we talk calmly about the 'Golden Palace of Rapids' vacation plan?"

She gave a coquettish snort, "Then tell me, I'm listening. You'd better already have a well-thought-out plan in mind... otherwise, you're in trouble. Be careful, I'll drain you dry and make your vacation just a time to lie in bed and recuperate."

Upon hearing this, El's smile deepened. "Yes, my dear sister."

Chapter 129 Corpses Buried Beneath the Golden Palace

Jiliu Mountain is not a single peak, but a continuous mountain range located on the outskirts of the capital, rich in mineral resources. Every summer, the melting snow and ice from the high mountains rush down, carrying gold and jade that settle in the riverbed, making it a holy land for gold prospectors.

Later, this area was designated as the fiefdom of the great sinner, Greed. She invested heavily in building the "Golden Land of No Worries" on Mount Rapids, and constructed an extremely luxurious golden palace as her residence and treasure house. Surrounding this central golden palace, layers upon layers of buildings rose from the ground, and the entire area was also known as the "Golden Palace" or "Golden Palace Paradise."

It was morning, and El, along with Freya, Erin, and Yishuang, rode in a low-key and comfortable carriage along the winding mountain road paved with smooth gold-patterned stone slabs, slowly heading towards the outer reception area of ​​the Golden Palace.

The scenery outside the car window gradually became bizarre and surreal.

The trees lining the roads are no longer ordinary trees, but rather golden roadside trees that have been carefully sculpted into various shapes.

A faint metallic smell permeated the air, and the closer one got to the core area, the more dazzling the golden exterior of the building became.

"Wow!" Freya pressed her face against the car window, her pink eyes sparkling as she greedily admired the extremely luxurious scenery. "This place is simply... just my type!"

She was the kind of succubus who craved luxury and pleasure, and the nouveau riche atmosphere of the Golden Palace made her feel right at home, as if she had returned to some kind of spiritual homeland.

Yi Shuang's expression was much calmer. After all, she had never been particularly interested in money. Unlike Erin, she wasn't wearing a skirt today, but rather a tight-fitting riding outfit that allowed for easy movement. The dark blue top and white riding pants created a striking contrast, and her cool and aloof temperament remained unchanged. Only when El occasionally cast a glance at her from across the way would a hint of shyness flicker in the depths of her icy blue eyes.

El joked, "It's not the month of harvest yet."

This is because autumn is the prime season for imperial nobles to participate in hunting expeditions. Every autumn, nobles would typically bring their beloved horses and loyal hunting dogs to their spacious private estates to participate in hunting activities with friends. True noblewomen were often skilled at riding horses in long skirts. They would sit sideways on their horses, maintaining an elegant posture throughout, avoiding the unseemly practice of spreading their legs and gripping the horse's back like men.

There was a period in the history of the empire when human women and succubi were forbidden from riding on horseback, as it was believed that this might damage their hymens and lead to unclear situations. However, later research by historians revealed that many succubi used this as an excuse, which led the Queen to make a sweeping ban to prevent succubi from using this as a pretext to shirk responsibility.

Yi Shuang smiled gently upon hearing this, her fingers unconsciously brushing against the fabric clinging to her legs. "When you're out having fun, it's more comfortable to be like this."

Eileen leaned comfortably against the soft velvet chair, with Freya on one side and her head resting on El's reliable shoulder. He unceremoniously put one arm around the slender waist of a beautiful woman, enjoying the soft touch of their embrace as they snuggled closer.

"We've all come out to have fun, are things really okay at the prison?" Eileen suddenly whispered.

Even now, she still feels a bit like she's in a dream, after all, it was an unprecedentedly generous treatment for an entire department to organize a summer team building activity.

El patted her hair and comforted her, "Don't worry, I've already asked Hisska and Vera to help take over."

Freya smiled charmingly; in contrast, she had none of these worries.

At this moment, she was already planning to experience the legendary Golden Palace's top-tier bathhouse with its aromatherapy massages, spend a fortune to acquire the most precious jewelry at the auction, and enjoy the most thrilling entertainment. So, she said somewhat irresponsibly, "Alright, my silly girl, what time is it and you're still thinking about work! We're here for a vacation, to spend money, to enjoy ourselves, understand? Of course, most importantly, we still need to serve our master well."

Eileen's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, as if their roles had been reversed.

The carriage finally stopped in front of a magnificent palace.

The grand archway of the reception hall was carved from a single massive piece of jadeite, with the door frame inlaid with countless gemstones of various colors, reflecting a dazzling brilliance under the magic circle. The floor was covered with a thick, soft, crimson carpet inlaid with gold and silver threads, giving it a high-end and sophisticated feel.

The elegantly dressed, beautiful maids, with a faint golden glint in their eyes, had been waiting for a long time.

Their movements were precise and elegant, with a highly unified fluidity that was clearly beyond the reach of ordinary people. In fact, some of them were alchemical creations, while others were service workers with perfect attitudes who had been deeply brainwashed and forced to sell their souls due to debt.

As soon as Al and his party got out of the car, they immediately experienced top-notch service in every aspect.

The luggage was taken away silently and quickly, followed by an appointment check and identity registration (Al used the identity of a distant relative, believing the other party wouldn't mind), the whole process was smooth and seamless.

A composed and mature woman, dressed in a gold-trimmed tailcoat, approached, bowed slightly, and spoke in a gentle and pleasant voice, "Your Excellency Viscount Fugen, welcome to the Golden Palace. Your private suite has been prepared for you. Also, I am your butler, Jin Nuo. Please feel free to ask for anything during your stay."

"Thank you for your hard work." El nodded casually, his gaze sweeping over the magnificent, towering hall that seemed to have no ceiling. In the center of the hall was a huge fountain, which did not spew water, but molten, shimmering liquid gold. The golden water drew graceful arcs in the air and fell into the pool below, which was also made of gold, making a pleasant tinkling sound, but miraculously it did not emit any heat.

Among the guests coming and going were human nobles, succubus officials, wealthy merchants, powerful families, and even some rare alien races.

They were all dressed in fine clothes, their expressions either arrogant or lost in the dreamlike world of this golden land.

Since they're here, they must all be "high-quality customers" recognized by the Greedy Merchants Association.

Freya naturally took El's arm, exuding elegance and instantly assuming the role of a "mistress." She smiled sweetly at Jin Nuo and said, "Miss Butler, please take us to our rooms and settle in. Also, I'm very interested in the 'Golden Night' salon at the Golden Palace. Could you tell me more about it later?"

“Beautiful lady, it is my pleasure to serve you.” Jinno bowed again, his gaze lingering on Freya for a moment as if assessing her “value,” before respectfully leading the way to the side.

On the way to the suite, El truly understood what "every inch of land is precious" meant. The walls on both sides of the corridor were not simply covered with gold leaf, but were made of countless gold bricks stacked directly, with intricate three-dimensional reliefs on them.

A magically powered elevator silently and smoothly carried them up through layers of equally luxurious public areas to a high-floor suite with stunning views overlooking the mountains and parts of the Golden Palace.

The floor was paved with warm-colored jade slabs, covered with handmade carpets embroidered with the emblem of greed (a young dragon lying on a pile of treasure). The furniture was made of precious ebony, and was also inlaid with gold and gemstones without regard to cost.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is a spacious terrace, and on the bedposts of the master bedroom's king-size bed are four lifelike pure gold succubus girl statues, each in a different pose, holding up a canopy.

"Oh my god!" Freya let out a satisfied sigh, plopped down on the incredibly soft bed like a lazy cat, and rolled around on the gold-threaded sheets. "I absolutely love it here! Look at this bed, it's like a battlefield made just for the guests!" she said meaningfully, then winked at El.

El chuckled, while Eileen and Yishuang were placed in two adjacent, equally luxurious rooms by Jin Nuo and had already begun packing their luggage.

After Jinno left, El began to carefully check every corner of the room to make sure there were no surveillance eye demons or trap spells.

Freya walked to the edge of the terrace, gazing at the clear river flowing over the high mountains and the layered golden palaces in the distance. Her pink eyes reflected the splendor of the palaces, giving her a sense of pilgrimage.

Having found nothing unusual, El breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the Golden Palace. This was the land of greed. Compared to her and her sister's starting line, every other major sin lord had a huge and obvious first-mover advantage. Over the long years, they had all seized countless resources, polishing their respective "powers" into an indestructible fortress. They all possessed vast territories, loyal subordinates, and most importantly—powerful laws.

Therefore, the only way to overtake others, or even turn the tide, is through unconventional means and unfair competition.

At this moment, El's gaze deepened, as if piercing through the magnificent facade and landing on the corners that the golden palace's light could not reach.

There were merchants crushed by debt and struggling to make ends meet, their eyes filled with the ashes of despair; gold miners, their lungs eroded by gold dust, constantly emitting suppressed coughs and wheezes; gamblers who had lost everything, betting their lives on the card table in a final gamble; and slaves who had been squeezed dry by their masters, their eyes numb and empty, like walking corpses.

These are the losers who are ignored or disdain to face by greed itself.

Beneath the Golden Palace lie corpses, but under certain conditions, corpses can be transformed into astonishing energy, like coal buried underground or unburned methane gas in the sewers, provided a suitable fuse is found.

A bold plan gradually took shape in El's mind. If successful, it might even shake the very foundations of the Greedy Kingdom, but at the same time, it would also put him at great risk.

“My sister cares most about my safety, even more than her desire for the throne, which is why she wants me to avoid her sharp edge.” El pondered silently, as if stating a given fact. “But all I want is to completely destroy them.”

He took one last deep look at the money pit beneath his feet, a place that constantly devoured lives and dreams, and then reached out his hand to Freya beside him: "Let's go, let's experience what kind of happiness this paradise for the rich can bring."

She gracefully curtsied, lifting her skirt, and said with a charming smile, "Yes, sir."

Chapter 130 Collecting Intelligence

“‘Golden Night’ is only open on weekends and is held only four times a month. Every time, countless guests flock to it, and the venue is packed. Its true charm lies in the unequal exchange.”

Freya leaned against El as they rode the elevator to the entertainment area, listening with great interest to Jinno's explanation.

“The rules are actually quite simple,” Jin Nuo continued softly. “Participants can carry one or more items with them, which can be jewelry, works of art, magic scrolls and rare materials, or even a precious memory or the body itself. Of course, the most common currency is the ‘gold voucher’ issued by the Golden Palace. In the salon, the value of all items is not fixed or follows market price, but is determined by the participants’ own perception.”

"Cognition?" Freya raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, madam, a commodity is worth as much as you value it. An item that is priceless in your eyes may be worthless in the eyes of other guests, and vice versa."

Freya seemed to understand something. "No wonder you said earlier that it was an unequal exchange."

"If you are interested, Madam, I can make an appointment for you in advance."

Freya licked her lips, her eyes filled with eagerness. "Of course! Master, you'll come with me, right?" She looked at El beside her with a charming gaze.

El didn't answer, but looked at Kinno and asked in return, "When you were giving your example just now, you seemed to have mentioned something very unsettling. In other words, the customer himself is also a commodity that can be traded?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, the Golden Palace merely provides a trading platform and rules that treat all participants equally. As long as both parties reach a consensus, whatever the content of the transaction may be, it is permitted here."

Al stroked his chin. "Then how do you ensure that both parties have completely clear-headed, unswayed, or uncoerced free will during the transaction?"

Jin Nuo's professional smile froze for a moment, but she quickly recovered and reiterated, "Your Excellency, the Golden Palace only provides the venue and the rules. As for whether the transaction can be successfully completed, that depends entirely on the willingness of both parties."

The implication is, "We cannot guarantee that you can get others to part with their money, no matter what method you use; that's your skill."

She then changed the subject, saying, "Of course, any illegal acts such as forced buying and selling will be subject to the most severe punishment from the Golden Palace. The wrath of a serious crime is something no one wants to bear."

Al understood what she meant, which was "we can't make it too obvious."

“That sounds reasonable.” El smiled. “I’d also like to see it for myself. Reserve a seat for me too. It’s still early. We plan to wander around and have some fun on our own, so you don’t have to follow us around.”

“As you wish, Your Excellency.” Jin Nuo bowed. “Then, Your Excellency, Madam, please allow me to take my leave for now. If you need anything, please inform any maids you encounter on the way.” With that, he withdrew silently.

El's "wandering" may seem casual and aimless, but its purpose is actually very clear: to clear the fog and open up the map.

Handsome men and beautiful women walking through the labyrinthine, luxurious corridors and public halls inside the Golden Palace are a striking sight in themselves.

During this time, Freya made no attempt to hide her fascination with the luxurious sights along the way, stopping to admire them whenever she encountered them. This became the best disguise for her. El, on the other hand, dutifully played the role of a young nobleman who had come to enjoy himself with his mistress. He seemed to be often distracted, but in reality, he was observing the layout of nearby buildings, the flow of people, and the distribution of security personnel in his mind through the [map].

The interior of the Golden Palace was more complex and intricate than he had imagined. In addition to the visible corridors and staircases, there were many hidden passageways, shortcuts known only to those inside, to facilitate a swift response in case of an emergency. He silently memorized the locations of the entrances and exits of these passageways, just in case.

Following the guests ahead, they walked and walked until they arrived at a huge indoor casino called "Wheel of Fortune".

The place was bustling with noise, filled with all sorts of gamblers. The staff who operated the gambling equipment and chips, collectively known as dealers, were all sexy succubi. As for the chips, they were exquisite thin pieces made of pure gold, each with a different denomination written on it, containing an uncounterable power of greed. These were the 'golden tickets' that Jin Nuo had mentioned before.

Freya suggested, "How about we try our luck?"

El nodded slightly, casually leading Freya to sit down at the gambling table. He leaned back lazily in his chair, put an arm around Freya, and quietly watched her place her bets. He paid more attention to listening to the conversations of the people around him, and thus discovered many interesting things.

"Damn it! We lost again! All the territory's tax revenue for this month has been wasted! How am I going to explain this to the old man when we get back..."

"Brother, how about lending me some?"

They sound like a pair of spendthrift brothers.